Quotes
Quotes about Love
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each, Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all Where pity is, for pity makes the world Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.
You've got to sing like you don't need the money, love like you'll never get hurt. You've got to dance like no one is watching. It's gotta come from the heart, if you want it to work.
The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough. -Dinah Shore.
Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars.
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. -Kahlil Gibran.
The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.
There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time.
And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.
And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
Karma is the philosophy of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I reject that. I believe in the love and mercy of God.
If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover.
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
The first duty of love is to listen.
The first duty of love is to listen. -Paul Tillich.
An essential part of true listening is the discipline of bracketing, the temporary giving up or setting aside of one's own prejudices, frames of reference and desires so as to experience as far as possible the speaker's world from the inside, step in inside his or her shoes. This unification of speaker and listener is actually and extension and enlargement of ourselves, and new knowledge is always gained from this. Moreover, since true listening involves bracketing, a setting aside of the self, it also temporarily involves a total acceptance of the other. Sensing this acceptance, the speaker will fell less and less vulnerable and more and more inclined to open up the inner recesses of his or her mind to the listener. As this happens, speaker and listener begin to appreciate each other more and more, and the duet dance of love is begun again. -M. Scott Peck.
But, indeed, we prefer books to pounds; and we love manuscripts better than florins; and we prefer small pamphlets to war horses.
To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charmsâbut all these charms are fled. - Deserted Village, The.
